Remember that time last year when I went to all 16 Jets games wearing a Tebow Mask and jersey?
In Game One, Fred Jackson injured his knee, opening the door for CJ Spiller to go nuclear on the Jets run defense.
The Bills tramp stamp.
This fan didn’t make it home for dinner. Don’t drink and drive.
Donyell Marshall sighting in Pittsburgh.
The Allegheny Burger: A burger topped with a potato pierogi, shaved kielbasa and onions in sauce. A favorite for the 2013 Stadium Food MVP.
The Jets lost in Pittsburgh but we still had fun.
In Miami we tailgated with a cousin of a friend from NY who is a Dolphins season ticket holder. Before I came down here I hated Dolphins fans but being around them made me realize that, unlike those freaks from Boston, they are just like us.
Santonio Holmes had arguably his finest game as a Jet, making up some for quitting against the Dolphins in the 2011 season finale.
Three generations of Tebow fans.
The Boss Lady.
Surprisingly Jets fans were the aggressors in a stadium that was evenly divided between the two fan bases.
We were some bad house guests.
Darrelle Revis walking off the field as a Jet for the last time ever.
This kid is so grounded.
After a tight three point win in OT, I respectfully Tebowed the Joe Robbie Alumni Plaza.
New York The Meadowlands, this guy unveiled the stadium vehicle of the year: the motorized beer cooler. We are not worthy.
A limo made the mistake of trying to ride too close to the stadium between L7 and L8. It was blockaded, almost boarded and molested.
The Jets were the first team to face the wrath of Colin Kaepernick as they surrendered basically 3 touchdowns (he slid at the 1 on his last run to run out the clock).
It was pretty sad how much red there was in the stadium.
NJ native Brian Cushing tore his ACL in his homecoming, It was really unfortunate.
Texans Super fan Paul Wall. I spotted him by his goattee.
Sack/fumble by Sanchez, already on pace to lead the league in turnovers for a second year in a row.
More sad Tebow fans.
Tailgate item of the year nominee, Alan Colodner’s cedar plank grilled salmon. And I don’t even like Salmon like that.I get to tell my kids I saw Andrew Luck play as a rookie. And the Jets beat him.
Welcome to Foxboro.
I swear on anything that as Trump’s helicopter was landing on the practice field, “Hate Me Now” by Nas started blaring over the stadium’s PA system.
$11 24oz Coronas, the best beer deal I’ve seen. Kudos to the Patriots for handling their concessions in house.
The closest Tim Tebow would come to scoring a touchdown for the Jets.
Some play happened where Mark Sanchez ended up Fifa ’13 kicking the football out of the back of the end zone for a safety. It wasn’t easy being a Jets fan there.
I’m just trolling now.
Some play where Tebow lined up as a wide receiver that didn’t work. #Creative
The gun show.
Jet Man, who has been gaining steam to inherent Fireman Ed’s old post as the league’s only publicly elected mascot.
More sad Tebow fans.
Actual photo of Mark Sanchez and a snapshot of our season.
Dolphins owner Stephen Ross soaking in a Dolphins win.
Hurricane Sandy was the day after this game.
Best place to to pregame: Pike Market. It’s a 10 minute walk away but their wide array of crustaceans is well worth it.
Ballerest tailgate ever.
Local buds. Marijuana had just been legalized in the state of Washington and this Jets fan wasted no time taking advantage of it.
Local grub: “Seattle Style” hotdogss are topped with grilled onions and creamcheese. They’re available everywhere and amazing.
Did someone order their Kyle Wilson well done?
Alleged Jets draft targets Russell Wilson and Bruce Irvin had strong showings.
Sanchez was up to another of his old tricks: firing turnovers in the red zone (he led the league in that too).
The defense fought on courageously.
The D scored the team’s only points, but couldn’t stop the Seahawks forever.
Once a year The Grifter and his crew do an away game road trip. This year it was St Louis. He picked me up the night before the game in a boozie golf cart being driven by a local named Finn who was the defacto mayor of the Sulyard bar district.
We rode on the sidewalk from bar to bar, five wasted Jets fans clinging to this golf cart being driven by a Rams fan. It was one of the most fun things I’ve ever done.
That time I was on TV and the announcer said “And there’s Tim Tebow with……..an interesting hairstyle”.
People in the parking lot keep mistaking my friend’s Dad for Woody Johnson.
The free scarf the Jets gave everyone were awesome. Unfortunately for Jets fans, that’s where the awesomeness stopped.
For some reason there was a play where Bart Scott was asked to cover Shane Vereen in space. 70 yards later….
The Butt Fumble from my point of view. Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
This play was so epically bad that the Jets mascot left at halftime, deleted his twitter and retired. The Butt Fumble has to be rock bottom. It has to.
At least we got to see Lenny Kravitz perform.
If Thanksgiving wasn’t ruined for me before I found this sign, it was afterward.Kerry Rhodes picking off Mark Sanchez.
The Lobel’s steak sandwich is pretty good if you can stomach the $16 price tag.
For more spendthrift fans, there’s the option of wrapping your tailgate food in tin foil and bringing it in for free.
On my birthday, Mark Sanchez was benched for crimes against the Jets. In a cruel twist of the knife, Tim Tebow was passed over for Greg McElroy, who got the nod. A 7-6 shootout ensued.
Stadium cocktail of the year by far: the Surfer on Acid. It’s a sublime mix of Jagermeister, Malibu and pineapple juice.
Ellis Lankster’s Mom holding the ball he caught to make the game clinching interception.
Partying in the stand after an away win is super fun, even if it’s costing you spots in the draft. *cough* *cough* Tavon Austin *cough*
Mark Sanchez’ Dad. Braylon’s first game back.Jets owner Woody Johnson accompanying the team onto the field.
Santonio still in a boot.
Tim Tebow made the best Jets throw of the day. He threw the ball away so the team could punt and have good field position. This was Tebow’s last pass as a Jet.
Warren Moon sighting.
Jets fans were pretty surly for the last home game of the year.
After the Jets lost, they handed out foam “Number 1″ hands to exiting fans. Thank you, you really shouldn’t have.
Buffalo looked exactly how you would expect it to.
We spent time in the parking lot arguing with Bills fans about who’s team would lose and get better draft positioning.
Quinton Coples is a major bright spot for the Jets moving forward. He and Wilkerson are big time pieces for a defense that remained elite no matter how disadvantaged they were by the Jets QB play.
CJ Spiller shredded the Jets once again.
This is a guy trying to hit Tebow with a hand warmer. I was shocked how many people got away with throwing snowballs. In the Met Life, if you throw a snowball, a CSI investigation opens up.
This was a throwback stadium in that regard.
Tebow Tebowing for the last time as a Jet. We all know he’s now a Patriot, the apparent heir apparent to 37 year old, newly weaponless Tom Brady. Only time will tell if my pro-Tebow ass was crazy or if the rest of the world was wrong.
The buzzer beater for Best Thing I Ate at a Jets Game All Year was the Buffalo wing soup from “The Roaming Buffalo” food truck. It tasted just like buffalo wings, it had bits and pieces of chicken, celery and an oil slick of rich and savory bleu cheese.
I completed the “perfect season”, going to every game. It may not have been a happy season, but it was definitely one that I, and I assume most Jets fans, will not forget any time soon.
I’ll be out on the road again (I don’t know about all 16 games though), but if you’re heading to any games, hit me up at email@example.com and lets tailgate.
This photo essay is dedicated to James Gandolfini, Jets fan, acting legend and great guy. He will be missed at Met Life. I can take solace in the fact that he got to see the Jets win a Super Bowl.